Sandee serves. The shuttlecock lands just before the "outside" line.

Yeet

They rally on.

4-2.

Rea serves. The shuttlecock lands far in front of Sandee, and bounces upwards.

This isn't tennis, but okay. Fifteen points to... Gryffinwindow, I guess.

7-6.

Sandee serves a quick backhand. As Rea returns her serve. Sandee strides forward.

"Oregon... SMASH!"

11-9.

Good thing it wasn't the other way around. I don't want any terrorist bombings here in the peaceful country of Engmerica.

Sandee serves. Rea purposefully misses so it gets the f(iretr)uck out.

A bit too fudging powerful... But it's just one fudging point. Pointless whining and getting all emotional over it.

13 - 12.

"Come on, Rea!" shouts Joanne in the audience. "CANGREJO DESTRUIROS A TODOS!"

Sandee prepares her serve.

The shuttlecock flies over. Rea smashes, but it lands on Sandee's foot and bounces up. She returns.

That was either against the rules and Coach Ripley is biased toward me or it was not against the rules at all.

Or... she went to the bathroom?

17-18.

It's just a flubking point.

"Come on, Sandee!" Mandee cheers.

"Hey, you're supposed to cheer for Rea!" Joanne counters.

"Sorry, but I wouldn't cheer for a piece of crab, Cangrejo," Mandee replies.

Sandee Delaware Smash-serves into Rea's area.

That sounded wrong.

20 - 20.

Halfway from the deuce.

And the ideal eye grade.

Rea serves. It arcs just before the end line.

"Rooolliiiiing Thunderrr!" thought Sandee with her racquet touching the floor, keeping the shuttlecock in play.

"Sandee should sign up for volleyball," says Ykielle. "Libero!"

"Nah, she's pretty tall for a libero, I think. If she did become the standard for short height, then Ann, Orelya, Linsey, and Teresa would all be suffering from dwarfism," Nicole points out.

"You know, you're both the same height at about five feet two inches," Mandee replies. "Us Crucifijo, about five-eight and taller in basketball-"

"CRUCIFIJO IS OVERRATED," shouts Franc passing by.

"Right, and you'll be liars in accordance with your cheer which means you'll quote-on-quote ''Destroy' everyone' when us Crucifijo win the first SportsFest," refutes Ann on her way to the drinking fountain. "Yeah, I ran outta Jatorade."

"Ooh," Mandee hums, making a heart.

"Can you guys please shut up for a moment?" Sandee requests, looking back as Rea's shuttle flies out.

She looks at the scoreboard. 23 - 23.

One of us will get match point... And that person'll be me.

Sandee serves. The shuttle passes underneath Rea's racquet, landing.

Told you so.

Coach Ripley blows her whistle. "Your racquet hit feathers first. Point to Cangrejo."

Flock... Of sheep.

That was an illegal move??!

Rea serves. The shuttlecock bounces right outside the line.

Sandee looks at the scoreboard. 24-24.

At least Ann wasn't the one who pulled the trigger on this one, but if Rea wins... It's all over.

People say it's the third set in a rally, but to me, it's always the second.

Rea serves. Sandee returns. Rea smashes. Sandee receives. Rea hits it back in the wrong direction.

Who knew that someone signing up for badminton would return the shuttlecock backwards?

Sandee serves. The shuttlecock flies past Rea's right shoulder.

"What an anticlimactic end to the second set," comments Kaitlyn, a Campana a level higher than Sandee. "What's her strategy, anyway? Did anyone see through it?"

"There isn't much strategy when it comes to badminton," Sandee cuts in. "It's really all about practice and aiming your serves carefully, but that's not as hard or as challenging as football or anything."

"Well played," comments Mandee.

"Why are you guys talking as if I won the whole thing? We still have the last set!"

I'm gonna racquet her cla— nah, nevermind, that's too cringe.

"C-A! C-A-M! C-A-M-P-A-N-A, CAMPANA! HEY! HEY! CAMPANA, HEY! HEY!"

"CANGREJO DESTRUIROS A TODOS!"

Rea passes Sandee the shuttlecock.

Remember when I said the second set mattered more than the third?